I've known for some time now
that writing has given me the strength...
The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink...
Sitting at the dinner table, they ask you about...
You start complaining on and on how nothing goes...
Somehow we survive
bombshells coming at us...
<( To You Dear Poets )>
All of this poetic beauty once shared...
A lot of times in our Life
We find reasons to complain...
That’s all it takes.
We could...
I.
Tears streamed from swollen eyes like pouring rain...
A snow-pregnant sky,
threatening to give birth...
On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun...
It is here
that I stand reaching...
When happiness is just a dream
In memory's distant past...